Post by seisei on Jul 6, 2011 21:37:50 GMT -5
Icefeather
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NAME// Icefeather.[/b] She stated, voice not warm.. not cold. Just, well.. blank. Icefeather nodded at her seemingly blunt statement, but remained standing. His posture was rigid and defensive. He had no idea who she was. This she-cat scented not of Starclan. With a lick of his lips, he parted his large, dry jaws to speak.
AGE// 32 moons.
GENDER// Tom.
CLAN// Vertigoclan.
DESIRED POSITION// Medicine cat.
SHORT DESCRIPTION// A large stark white tom with bright, icy blue eyes.
DESCRIPTION//Icefeather is a fairly large tom with long, well taken care of white, silken fur. His fur reminds some of the perfectly fallen snow, untouched by blood, dirt, or any fault. His nose is pale pink, as are the insides of his ears. The perfect example of albino, though he isn't blind like some. He has a larger head and bulky muscles that show when he fights and walks, though he prefers not to do that. His paws are larger than most, but his long tail makes up for what could be a clumsy cat. It's long and helps him keep well balanced. His eyes are a pale, almost soulless blue, hence the name 'Icefeather'. Icefeather always seems to carry the scent of herbs from his den, which lingers in with the soft, subtle scent of fresh grass. Unlike a lot of cats, he likes to just laze around and roll in the grass. He thinks it smells good.
PERSONALITY//Icefeather seems to have several personality traits of main importance, that being his emotional nature, his power, and his honor.
Emotional;; Icefeather is a rather emotional cat, and tends to get caught up in this. He falls easily for people [As in friendship wise], and seems to trust cats without second thought, and he has learned that gets you hurt. Kits are something he's always loved, and loves to help the queens out with their kits, play with them, and help them learn and grow. His thick muscles and long, slender legs make it so he's a great fighter and runner, but sometimes, his size is used against him as he's swept off of his paws.. but now, he uses his large size and is known around camp as the 'gentle giant'. Around arrogant or hostile cats, Icefeather, being overly emotional, tends to lose his temper. He'll fight for what he believes is best for the clan, and always fights to make people happy, which can also be his downfall. He hates disappointing people, but he will have to learn eventually that not all cats can be made happy. This is a good trait for him as a medicine cat though, because with his emotional passion, he'll always fight to save his clan.
Powerful;; Icefeather was built to fight. He's large and bulky, which can knock him down sometimes, yet when he uses his weight to his advantage. He has sharp, long claws that help him rip and tear, and the adrenaline he gains in a fight helps him as well. He loves the thrill, yet the ultimate thing for him is the fact he helps his clan while doing so.. but now, despite his power, he's sheathed his claws for good, which sometimes hurts him, but all in all, it's made him a better cat. He now tilts his power and his muscle into helping his clan. It's possible for him to defend them if in great peril, but it makes it so he can reach farther and wider for returning herbs to his den.
Honor;; He will do everything in his power to help the clan. If someone says that it can't be done, he'll try. If someone says that he's stupid for trying to hard, he'll try even harder. He loves to prove other cats wrong when it comes to his strengths and weaknesses. The clan is his first priority, and he follows the warrior code with a strict, unmatched fierceness.. Well, he follows the warrior code as much as he can for a medicine cat.
EXPERIENCE//As a kit, Icekit was always the adventurous type, always getting himself into trouble. His parents, Sugarclaw and Silverfur, always kept a close eye on him and his sister, Ghostpaw. They were a loveable family in Vertigoclan, his parents respectable warriors, and him and his sister were on their way to becoming great apprentices.. but one day, that kind of went wrong.
One day, Ghostkit and Icekit decided that they wanted to go exploring. Of course, as most kits thought, they believed they were strong enough to survive on their own for a mere hour or so, so they left camp without anyone noticing, as their parents were on a border patrol. A rogue was crossing onto Vertigoclan territory, so Icekit and Ghostkit, of course, decided to face him. He struck that cats down without a second glance, killing Ghostkit and giving Icekit a nasty cut on his shoulder. Their parents quickly came to his rescue, and mourned the death of Ghostkit.
A few moons later, Icekit became Icepaw. He was put into apprenticeship as his father, Sugarclaw's, apprentice. Sugarclaw was a great fighter, and soon even Icepaw surpassed his abilities. On a patrol though, while he was still an apprentice, they faced a badger. The two cats, alone, took it down, which soon earned Icepaw his warrior name, Icefeather.
Icefeather was a respected warrior, and fought with a ruthless, passionate disposition. He loves his clan and will always fight for what's best. His father is now dead, sadly.. which leaves him with no family in Vertigoclan.. but he wants to change that.
When his father died, Icefeather was a wreck. His mother, Silverfur, was the one that had to keep him strong. Icefeather and his father were close as could be, and did everything together. They were the picture perfect family. He kind of became disconnected to Starclan then, but his medicine cat quickly knocked him out of that.
Though, things as he progressed in age steadily got worse. Once, Icefeather decided to leave Vertigoclan for a she-cat. A rogue. She was beautiful. She had thick, ebony fur, and bright golden eyes. She succeeded easily in seducing the young warrior, and broke his heart soon after. Gaining his trust afterwards is more difficult, but still easier than most cats. He now fights for his clan with herbs and remedies. She-cats, though he likes the ones within his clan as friends, are not his thing. He's been hurt by them way too much.
Now, Icefeather lives peacefully as Vertigoclan medicine cat. He no longer has to worry about finding a mate, and serves his clan with easy, calm ways. He no longer worries about fighting, either.
OTHER//He listened. He watched. The dark, nearly ebony sky instantly flickered alive, a million stars glistening overheard. Icefeather's bulky, muscular body sat rigid in the middle of the field, icy eyes on the stars. This was so.. unlike Starclan. They seemed to be avoiding him into a dream they themselves had dragged him into. With a harsh, throaty sigh, he turned his tail back to the forest. Maybe he would find a sign of life in there.. but not likely. His silken pelt seemed to be flecks with tiny beads of silvery light; the light which emanated above. It was like he was bathing in starlight.. and he wasn't in Starclan.. not yet, anyways. So it was an odd experience for him.
'Icefeather..' The silken white tom jumped at this, harsh breath now coming in pants. The sound was so unlike his warrior ancestors.. what.. what was happening? He turned around, ears pricked forward in a wary, suspicious way, the fur on his shoulders standing straight up. His large, watery blue orbs touched a lone figure back in the middle of the field. Its figure was small in frame, yet completely made from the stars above.. or so it seemed, anyways. From the looks of it, the cat was a she-cat, for her build was lithe and slender, and a pretty aura hung about her. Icefeather's ear twitched as he walked towards her. Who could it be? He forced a wary nod of respect out of his rigid body, and she dipped her head in a silken, graceful way in return.
"Hello, Icefeather. I've finally found you, it seems."
"Indeed you have. Why did you seek me out? You are not of Starclan.." Icefeather trailed off, deep baritone filled with doubt. A purr rung up from the she-cat's throat as she sat, curling her starlit tabby tail around her paws. Her eyes were a pale silver now, but it was obvious at one point in time they were her best feature. She was a beautiful she-cat, Icefeather noted. Though he couldn't have a mate, it doesn't mean he couldn't admire.
"Starclan is in trouble, Icefeather. Your clans seem to have lost their way," She stated, voice now full of sorrow. "Though I am not a member of Starclan, I know of them. I am part of the ancestors of the mountain cats.. My name is Graceful Hawk.. but you may call me Grace," She stated gently. It was obvious that Grace was here for a reason.. to warn Icefeather, but her tone now was full of love and kindness for the tom that was not of her own clan. He nodded, eyes wide. Icefeather hadn't seen or heard from Starclan in so long.. had his clan really lost their way? His large, poofy tail lashed back and forth with annoyance, sky blue eyes wide with fear and worry. Grace immediately touched her tail to his back to calm him, shaking her head.
"They must find their way back on their own, dear Icefeather. It seems all of the clans have lost their way.. but you must guide them. Tell them not of this visit." Grace said sternly, but softly. Icefeather nodded as she leaned forward to place her cold nose to his shoulder, and everything went black.
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Icefeather's head snapped up as soon as his dream ended, body quivering slightly with cold and fear. He stood unsteadily, shaking his limbs. The beautiful silver she-cat, Grace, had told him not to tell his clan of his visit.. but to guide them? He lashed his tail in annoyance as he glanced around his den, looking for any herbs he would need to gather. It seemed they were low on poppy.. catmint.. Huh. He would just collect a little bit of everything they needed. His paws carried him shakily out of his den, ears swiveling as he tried to take in the sights and scents of camp. The dawn patrol had already left, and a hunting party had just come back. With a purr of amusement at a hyper apprentice that was boasting about his prey, he noted a burr in his pelt.
"Apprentices that can hunt must next learn to clean," Icefeather's voice was still slightly shaky as he spoke, but it was light and there was a smile on his face. He pulled the burr easily from the small cat's ash gray pelt and walked to the side of camp, placing it near there. The apprentice's eyes were alight with embarrassment as he rushed to take fresh kill to the elders. Oh how he remembered those days. His jaws wrapped easily around a large, plump vole, the blood exploding slightly upon his tongue as he walked back towards his den. He would need to take his own apprentice soon. Though he was one of the younger cats in his clan, he couldn't do everything on his own, and having a replacement if he so suddenly keeled over would be a great idea too. He went to work easily on the vole, tearing away at the juicy pink flesh as a warrior from his clan, Shimmertear, walked in, eyes pouty. She held out her paw.
"My pad is torn. I was told to come into your den.. but I don't exactly see what you can do," Icefeather purred in amusement as he placed the correct herbs on it, now freshly chewed to a poultice. Well, way to ruin a great meal. His eyes were glittering in amusement as she walked away grumpily. Oh, she-cats. Thank Starclan he was a medicine cat.
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